Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 99

was your day? It seems like I haven’t seen you in forever!” As I turned around to
run, I crash against the lady with the smile of a scary clown. “Do you want to eat,
honey?” She said as she held a knife close to me.
I run upstairs into a closet to hide in. I look for something to defend myself
with. I find a wooden bat in the corner with my name written on it. The man opens
the door and I swing at him with the bat. He falls to the floor and I push the lady
out of the way. I run my way downstairs to escape. I pull the door, but it won’t
open. “Honey grab him!” The man snatches me and I struggle to break free. The
lady injects a needle into my neck.
Slowly I lose strength in my body. The man and lady tied me up to the bed I
woke up in. “Call the doctor! He’s never gotten this bad.” The lady said as she
weeps with tears running down her face. The man is on the phone as I wrestle and
yell to loosen the ropes. He hangs up. “Son, please stop. We love you. Calm
down.” His eyes were no longer filled with insanity. Her smile was no longer on
her face. But his eyes, her smile, were mine. I laughed and yelled as they stood
their crying. Blood flowed through my eyes. My smile nearly reached my ears.
“Let me out of here! This is not my home.”

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